Bring me to life (The golden collection) (10 page)

             
I grabbed the bottom of her cotton dress and pulled it all the way over her head to her arms. "Spread your arms out further." As she did the dress tighten between her arms. She was bounded. Her hands and arms were out of use.

             
"Whatever you do, Georgina. Never move your hands." She nodded and I carried on with my little game.

             
I started to trail kisses down her neck, my hands reached to her breasts and began to tug slowly on her already erected nipples. She was breathing heavy and groaning in pleasure. My lips moved down her spine with my finger tips following. Finally, I was at my destination. I pushed my hand into  her thong and started to massage her clit with my finger tips. I grabbed hold of her arse to keep her steady. I inserted my index finger inside her.

             
She was dripping.

             
With a gentle movement I pushed it further and further inside trying to hit that unknown spot to some men. As I was fully educated I found it first time. With every motion she was getting even wetter.

             
I stopped and removed her thong. Kissing each leg as the thong skimmed down her soft skin.

             
"This is going to be mind blowing" I hissed as I rose to my feet.

             
I gripped hold of her waist. She stuck her arse out for easier access. In one swoop of a motion I sank myself deep inside her. She threw her head back. I twisted her hair around my wrist and tugged hard.  I plunged myself in, out, faster, harder. My hand moved round to her clit. I tried to copy the same speed. Faster, harder, faster, harder. She began to tremble while screaming out my name. I carried on. Getting faster and pounding on. Finally, just like magic we came together. Calling out  each another's names.

             
I rested my head on her back and tried to regain my breath. She didn't move. She to was trying to regain hers. I gave her a little kiss and stood up. I pulled her dress back over her head and smoothed it down her body.

             
She slowly spun round to look at me. Her arms grabbed hold of my neck. She pulled my face down and our lips meet. The sweetest most lingering kiss I had ever experienced in my whole life.

             
"That was amazing" she hushed as she pulled away.

             
I pulled her into me and hugged her hard. "No, Georgina... You are amazing." I inhaled the smell of her hair. I never wanted us to go home. I wanted us to stay here forever and ever.

             
If only wishes could  come true?

CHAPTER 5

              I laid in Maxwell's bed. It was early and I couldn't sleep. I gazed over at him. HE was such a handsome man. His red hair was a complete mess. HE had a perfect sculpted face- Strong jaw line and perfect plumpish lips. I didn't want to go home!! I wanted to stay here forever. I looked up at the ceiling... Blake came to mind? I wondered what he had been doing? He would be home today. NO doubt with endless stories about Vile Veronica. I cringed at the thought.

             
I sat up. Where was my phone? I got out of bed. The t-shirt Maxwell had worn was on the floor. I picked it up and threw it on. Right, it was time to search for my phone. I made my way out of the bedroom and into the living room. My bag was still where I had dumped it. I raced over and started digging through the junk. I pulled out the phone . . .

             
NOTHING!!!

             
He hadn't even bothered to see how I was.

             
"Morning" coughed Maxwell. He picked up his cigarette packet off the sideboard  "How did you sleep?" He took one out of the packet, placed it between his lips and sparked it up.

             
"I slept like a baby." That mouth was distracted me again. I looked him up and down. He was just in his underwear. The sight of him was making my body throb with desire.

             
"Were you expecting a call?"

             
I looked down at the phone. For a nano second I felt hurt. Blake was meant to love me! Why hadn't he called?

             
Your meant to love Blake! Why don't you feel guilt?

             
The voice was right. The first time I had sex with Maxwell I had beaten myself up for it. This time I kept wondering when we could do it again. It was amazing. I had never had an orgasm like that before in my life. There was fireworks. I never knew why people said that till last night.

             
"He hasn't called" I sighed. Maxwell came over wrapping his arm around me. I closed my eyes and  pressed my cheek into his bare chest. His smell was intoxicating. The sound of his heart beating was comforting. Last night he asked what spell I had put on him? He was the one casting a spell on me. I stared up at him and watched him exhale the smoke. I felt protected in his arms.

             
"Did you want him to call?" His fingers began to play in my hair.

             
"I don't know" I hesitated. "I'm not sure about anything at the moment."

             
"Same as me then. We didn't eat last night. Let me fix you some breakfast." He pulled away he had that glint in his eyes. Was it the look of happiness? Did he feel exactly the same as I did? "Sit!!" He ordered in his Mr Boss voice. "You are going to be treated like a queen until its time to head home."

             
Sadness hit me and I felt my lip tremble. "What will happen when we get home?"

             
He lifted my chin so our eyes met. "You know" he began. "I have to stick to the golden rule, Miss Dawson." I slowly nodded. I fully understood what he was getting at.

             
"Will this happen again?" I was trying to hold my sobs in.

             
"This will definitely happen again!!!" He kissed my forehead and his fingertips brushed my cheeks. "Now... SIT!!" I did as I was told and he disappeared into the kitchen.

             
Alone I took in the apartment. It was stylish and beautiful  All the furniture was oak. My eyes directed themselves to the picture of Olivia. Poor man. I wanted to cry for him. I bet he was a wonderful father.

             
The walls were filled with landscape pictures. They were breathtaking  I giggled when I looked at the wall in front of me. I had never done anything like that before. Apart from Maxwell's office sex had always been strictly bed only.  My mind skipped back to Blake. What was I going to say to him? Blake thought I was at my Mothers.  After yesterday I was never going to give her the time of day again. No, I was going to stick with the story. I spent time with my mother, it was very unlikely he would ring and check up.

             
What if he found out Maxwell brought me here?

             
How will he? I hadn't told anyone. If he did find out Maxwell spent weekend in London. He would never put me and Maxwell together.

             
Why would anyone?

             
"Relax little lady." Maxwell announced as he entered the room. He handed me a plate of toast and a cup of coffee.

             
"You not having any?"

             
"No, I need to head to the newsagents and grab a paper." I took a sip of my coffee. "Will you be okay?"

             
"I'll be fine" I smiled as I bit into my toast.

             
He raised an eyebrow. "I better put something on. Oh and you look mighty hot in my t-shirt." I giggled and tucked into my breakfast.

              I had a shower and got into some clean clothes. I felt refreshed. Maxwell was laid out on his sofa reading his newspaper.

             
"Hey, I brought you something?" I made my way over and he handed me a magazine. I looked at it and then looked at him. I turned my nose up. "What's with the look?"

             
"I don't read trash like this?" It was one of those celebrity gossip mags. "I mean who wants to know who's fucking who, who's divorced who and who passed out at what club??"

             
Maxwell laughed. "You do! I run a celebrity agency. We need to know who's hot property. We need to snatch them up."

             
I sat down next to him. "What happened to the golden rule?" I huffed and opened the magazine. I rolled my eyes and straight away I was face to face with Veronica. Only trash would get into a rag like this. I looked again. She was with a man. I narrowed my eyes. It was in a back of car and she was kissing this man. I knew this man, in fact this man was sat with me right now.

             
I felt rage build up. I flew round to face him and held the page up. "Is this why you wanted me to read it?" I yelled. I was fuming.

             
Maxwell snatched the magazine out of my hand and glared at it. He looked confused. "This was last Saturday" he sounded shocked. "Mrs Waterman made us share a car!"

             
"Did Mrs Waterman make you shove your tongue down Vile Veronica's throat!" I screamed. I had to go. I couldn't deal with this. I needed to get home. All weekend I had heard nothing but his fucking golden rule. Here it was in front of us. This man was all talk. "I've got to go!" I stood up.

             
Maxwell jumped up and threw the magazine across the room. "Georgina" he yelled. "She kissed me!"
Well, he would say that
. "You know how I work!"

             
"DO I?" I felt my jaw clench. "I have to go. I'll catch the coach home. Thank you for everything. I'll see you tomorrow at work."

             
He ran his hands through his hair. "I don't understand why you're being like this. Tonight.. I will have to sit alone knowing your be sleeping with Blake." His voice trailed off and his eyes closed. "I didn't kiss her."

             
"I still have to go" I pleaded. He slowly turned round and walked into the kitchen. I pulled all my stuff together and placed it in my case.              

             
Within a few moments everything had changed.

             
Why did I get jealous?

             
I headed to the front door, let myself out and closed it behind me. I inhaled deeply. It was for the best.. Wasn't it? He was right tonight I would be sleeping with Blake. I began my walk down the corridor to the lift with my suitcase following behind. Half of me wanted to run back, bang on the door, wrap my arms around him and never leave. The other half knew it had to end now. I had spent yesterday living in some fantasy world. I was with Blake and Maxwell was my boss. Whatever I felt for Maxwell had to disappear. I had to make it vanish. I loved Blake yet I loved my job. It was too dangerous. I had too much to lose. No, from now on nothing could ever happen between me and Maxwell again. It was the best for both of us. Maxwell was my BOSS and he would just have to remain my BOSS!!!

Meet Blake Waterman

              I fell through the door. It was dark and quiet. I crept in and quietly closed the door behind me. Well, quietly actually meant I slammed it. I looked at the door "Shhhhh". I laughed I was talking to a door. I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus on the cooker clock. It said 1.30am but I couldn't really make it out as the numbers kept moving. I felt dizzy. I needed my bed.

             
What a weekend?

             
I made my way to the bedroom banging into everything that got in my way. I pushed the door wide and it slammed into the wall. "Shh". This time I wasn't sure if I was talking to myself or another door.

             
I staggered over to the bed. She looked like a princess. My princess. I laid down beside her and pulled her into me. She began to stir. I kissed her lips and her eyes opened wide. It took her a few seconds to take me in. Then she sat up and switched the side lamp on.

             
"Hey beautiful" I beamed. Her face was cold and her mouth was tight. Whoops!!! She was pissed off. "Had a nice weekend?"

             
"A nice weekend?" she snorted. "You didn't call!!!"

             
Oh yeah my phone!

             
What had happened to my phone again? I started to search my pockets. Nope! Wasn't there! I could tell she was getting more angry with me.

             
"God, your sexy when you frown"

             
"BLAKE" she yelled.

             
"Shh" I placed a finger over her lips At least this time I was actually saying it to a person. I giggled and laid down. Great the room was beginning to spin. Not good!